Hello, sorry for the long delay, but we have had so much school work
recently, and I've been in Scarborough (A week without the internet, ask my
friends, I was nearly going mad.) and on Work experience and had concerts.
In other words, I've had no spare time at all.
The pair emerged in a large circular room, the walls were covered with moving portraits of sleeping men and women, the room was cluttered with hundreds of interesting looking contraptions. Although Harry seemed in no rush to be put down, he did raise his head off of Remus's chest and look around, enchanted by the many whirring instruments, moving pictures and objects that were obviously over-flowing with magic. Remus watched his intrigued face with amusement, he knew if he put Harry down and left him to his own devices he'd have broken something within seconds.
The door to the room suddenly swung open and a very old man swept in, his magenta robes trailing the ground behind him. He seemed very worried about something and looked as though he hadn't slept in days. He stopped when he saw Remus.
"Ah Remus," he stopped, trying to think of the right thing to say, "there's been a slight problem at the Dursley's, it seems Harry has." He trailed off as he saw the dark haired child in Remus's arms. "That would explain where he is." Although he seemed relieved that Harry was safe, he didn't seem that happy that Harry was in Remus's arms.
Remus smiled nervously at his former headmaster, "surprise!" He said weakly, avoiding the man's blue eyes.
"Remus, how many times have we been through this?" Albus Dumbledore said, his tone exasperated. "Harry is safer at the Dursley's house."
"But he wasn't happy there, they didn't look after him," Remus pleaded, "he's better with me, I'll look after him, please Albus."
"Remus, the spells surrounding the Dursley's house are strong because they are blood relations, your not related to him."
"He doesn't like them, they don't take care of him, they hate him!"
"I'm sure they don't hate Harry." Albus replied, although his tone was starting to sound less sure.
Remus went in for the kill, sensing the headmaster was weakening. "How's he safe with them if he's not happy? Surely he would be better with me?" Albus beckoned his former pupil over to him. Remus put Harry down and sat on a red velvet backed chair. Albus searched through a drawer in his desk, and eventually pulled out a large gold contraption, it was covered with silver and bronze dials and buttons. He gave it to Harry who took it nervously.
"You can play with this if you want?" Albus said kindly.
"Is that wise?" Remus said, convinced that whether Harry would mean to or not he would break it, "he is only six."
"Oh don't worry, he can't break it." Albus said reassuringly. Harry turned a large bronze dial anticlockwise, there was a loud cracking noise. "Apparently I was wrong." Albus said his eyes twinkling. Harry went pale,
"I'm sorry, it was an accident." He said quickly, looking terribly guilty.
"Don't worry, it's easily fixed." He took his wand out of his pocket, and flicked it at the object. "It's fixed."
Harry still looked unconvinced, but sat on the floor next to Remus's chair still holding the device in his hands.
Albus went back to talking to Remus. "Remus, my boy, it simply is feasible for Harry to live with you. Your condition makes it impossible."
"I can hire a baby sitter, it's only three days a month."
"And where would that baby sitter stay, you couldn't have them in the house?"
"I'd figure something out," he told his former headmaster, "please Albus?" He knew he was starting to sound desperate, but he couldn't help it. "I'm sure Harry would rather stay with me than with the Dursley's, he hates them." He looked down at Harry, in hope of some support. Harry hadn't been listening and was ignoring him.
"Harry," Remus addressed him directly, "who would you rather live with, me or the Dursleys?"
Harry looked up at him and answered without any hesitation. "You."
"It's not an option, Remus." Albus cut in. Remus tried to say something else, but the headmaster stopped him.
"He can stay with you for a week. That gives the Dursley's time to calm down, I'll talk to them myself. I'll try to make Harry's life with them more pleasant."
Remus scowled at him, "but."
"Remus, I would rather have Harry live elsewhere as well, but he is safest where he was."
"I won't let him go back." Remus said, his voice sounding determined. "You haven't seen how they treat him. Whatever you say won't change them."
"Remus, they will change. Harry is safer there than anywhere else." Albus paused for a minute and glanced at Harry checking whether he seemed to be listening, he didn't. "You know how unsafe Harry would be away from the Dursleys. The conditions of the magic that protects him include that he has to live with the Dursley's. It's too unsafe for him to live anywhere else. You know, as well as I do, what would happen to Harry if a DeathEater got hold of him. He'd be dead before we even knew he was missing."
Remus looked defeated, he picked Harry up again and stormed off, throwing a handful of floo powder into the fire.
"I won't let you go back there. I can protect you more than Dumbledore's silly little protection charms." He told Harry as they arrived back at his flat. He left Harry in the lounge and made himself a very strong cup of tea. He brought it back in and sat next to Harry.
"Now where can we move where that horrid Dumbledore can't find us?"
Harry looked confused. "Well," Remus told Harry," we can't stay here. How do you fancy living in France, no wait too many frogs and it's far too close. Maybe Italy, it's nice and warm there in the summer or maybe Spain. Although I don't speak any Spanish." Remus didn't seem to show any signs of stopping, so Harry rested his head on Remus's chest, and listened to the older man as he carried on talking.
"Heck, why stay in Europe. America sounds nice, and they speak English. Or Australia, really good weather there. Or maybe."
The shortest chapter I've written in months. Sorry, the next one is Remus/Harry bonding. And again sorry for the delay posting- I've had it typed up now for ages-I just forgot I had typed it up.
The pair emerged in a large circular room, the walls were covered with moving portraits of sleeping men and women, the room was cluttered with hundreds of interesting looking contraptions. Although Harry seemed in no rush to be put down, he did raise his head off of Remus's chest and look around, enchanted by the many whirring instruments, moving pictures and objects that were obviously over-flowing with magic. Remus watched his intrigued face with amusement, he knew if he put Harry down and left him to his own devices he'd have broken something within seconds.
The door to the room suddenly swung open and a very old man swept in, his magenta robes trailing the ground behind him. He seemed very worried about something and looked as though he hadn't slept in days. He stopped when he saw Remus.
"Ah Remus," he stopped, trying to think of the right thing to say, "there's been a slight problem at the Dursley's, it seems Harry has." He trailed off as he saw the dark haired child in Remus's arms. "That would explain where he is." Although he seemed relieved that Harry was safe, he didn't seem that happy that Harry was in Remus's arms.
Remus smiled nervously at his former headmaster, "surprise!" He said weakly, avoiding the man's blue eyes.
"Remus, how many times have we been through this?" Albus Dumbledore said, his tone exasperated. "Harry is safer at the Dursley's house."
"But he wasn't happy there, they didn't look after him," Remus pleaded, "he's better with me, I'll look after him, please Albus."
"Remus, the spells surrounding the Dursley's house are strong because they are blood relations, your not related to him."
"He doesn't like them, they don't take care of him, they hate him!"
"I'm sure they don't hate Harry." Albus replied, although his tone was starting to sound less sure.
Remus went in for the kill, sensing the headmaster was weakening. "How's he safe with them if he's not happy? Surely he would be better with me?" Albus beckoned his former pupil over to him. Remus put Harry down and sat on a red velvet backed chair. Albus searched through a drawer in his desk, and eventually pulled out a large gold contraption, it was covered with silver and bronze dials and buttons. He gave it to Harry who took it nervously.
"You can play with this if you want?" Albus said kindly.
"Is that wise?" Remus said, convinced that whether Harry would mean to or not he would break it, "he is only six."
"Oh don't worry, he can't break it." Albus said reassuringly. Harry turned a large bronze dial anticlockwise, there was a loud cracking noise. "Apparently I was wrong." Albus said his eyes twinkling. Harry went pale,
"I'm sorry, it was an accident." He said quickly, looking terribly guilty.
"Don't worry, it's easily fixed." He took his wand out of his pocket, and flicked it at the object. "It's fixed."
Harry still looked unconvinced, but sat on the floor next to Remus's chair still holding the device in his hands.
Albus went back to talking to Remus. "Remus, my boy, it simply is feasible for Harry to live with you. Your condition makes it impossible."
"I can hire a baby sitter, it's only three days a month."
"And where would that baby sitter stay, you couldn't have them in the house?"
"I'd figure something out," he told his former headmaster, "please Albus?" He knew he was starting to sound desperate, but he couldn't help it. "I'm sure Harry would rather stay with me than with the Dursley's, he hates them." He looked down at Harry, in hope of some support. Harry hadn't been listening and was ignoring him.
"Harry," Remus addressed him directly, "who would you rather live with, me or the Dursleys?"
Harry looked up at him and answered without any hesitation. "You."
"It's not an option, Remus." Albus cut in. Remus tried to say something else, but the headmaster stopped him.
"He can stay with you for a week. That gives the Dursley's time to calm down, I'll talk to them myself. I'll try to make Harry's life with them more pleasant."
Remus scowled at him, "but."
"Remus, I would rather have Harry live elsewhere as well, but he is safest where he was."
"I won't let him go back." Remus said, his voice sounding determined. "You haven't seen how they treat him. Whatever you say won't change them."
"Remus, they will change. Harry is safer there than anywhere else." Albus paused for a minute and glanced at Harry checking whether he seemed to be listening, he didn't. "You know how unsafe Harry would be away from the Dursleys. The conditions of the magic that protects him include that he has to live with the Dursley's. It's too unsafe for him to live anywhere else. You know, as well as I do, what would happen to Harry if a DeathEater got hold of him. He'd be dead before we even knew he was missing."
Remus looked defeated, he picked Harry up again and stormed off, throwing a handful of floo powder into the fire.
"I won't let you go back there. I can protect you more than Dumbledore's silly little protection charms." He told Harry as they arrived back at his flat. He left Harry in the lounge and made himself a very strong cup of tea. He brought it back in and sat next to Harry.
"Now where can we move where that horrid Dumbledore can't find us?"
Harry looked confused. "Well," Remus told Harry," we can't stay here. How do you fancy living in France, no wait too many frogs and it's far too close. Maybe Italy, it's nice and warm there in the summer or maybe Spain. Although I don't speak any Spanish." Remus didn't seem to show any signs of stopping, so Harry rested his head on Remus's chest, and listened to the older man as he carried on talking.
"Heck, why stay in Europe. America sounds nice, and they speak English. Or Australia, really good weather there. Or maybe."
The shortest chapter I've written in months. Sorry, the next one is Remus/Harry bonding. And again sorry for the delay posting- I've had it typed up now for ages-I just forgot I had typed it up.